#Luna is earths kid

[arcadiahasdissaperd01]

"Luna Know Best" Au by me

okay so a few friends of mine says I shouldn't be afraid to branch out , they said " their are people that would love to read your fics,trust me it's good not at all cringe" witch to I respond, " not cringe like your dsmp fanfictions on wattpad or the "english is not my first language " ao3 authors?" They stopped talking to me for a few hours after that :^ heh anyways I'm taking there advice, I really hope I don't regret it ;-:"

ANYWAYS!! onto the fic ...

Warnings : none yet as they are only mentioned in later chapters.

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CHAPTER 1

The first thing he noticed was the sound—a soft, rhythmic beeping that seemed both distant and insistent. It pulsed in time with the dull ache at the back of his skull, steady and unrelenting. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt weighted, sealed shut by weeks of darkness.

His fingers twitched, sluggish and weak, but the small movement sent a ripple of awareness through his body. He was alive. But where was he?

With immense effort, he forced her eyes open, only to be greeted by a flood of sterile white light. The brightness stung, and he blinked rapidly, his vision swimming until the shapes around him began to sharpen.

A pale ceiling loomed above. To his left, machines hummed and blinked, their displays filled with incomprehensible numbers and lines. Tubes trailed from his arms, tethering him to the machines like lifelines.

His throat burned, dry and raw as if he’d swallowed shards of glass. He tried to speak but only managed a faint rasp. Panic flickered in his chest.

The door creaked open, and a nurse stepped inside. She froze mid-step when she saw his eyes open, the clipboard in her hands clattering softly onto the counter.

“Oh my God,” the nurse whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief. “You’re awake.”

Eliza’s brow furrowed, confusion clouding his thoughts. His voice came out in a hoarse croak. “Where… am I?”

“You’re at St. Mari’s Hospital,” the nurse said gently, hurrying to her side. “You’ve been in a coma for three weeks. Just stay calm—I’ll get the doctor.”

Before Eliza could ask more, the nurse disappeared out the door, leaving him alone with the beeping machines and the weight of his confusion.

His eyes drifted around the room. A small bouquet of wilted flowers sat on the table beside his bed, next to a card propped up against a vase. The words on the card blurred no matter how hard he tried to focus.

Minutes later, the door opened again. A doctor entered, followed closely by a boy who couldn’t have been older than eight . The boy hesitated just inside the room, clutching the doorframe as if it were the only thing holding him upright. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy, as though he’d cried himself to sleep for days on end.

The doctor stepped closer, flipping through a chart. “Mr. Tiên,” he began in a calm, practiced tone. “It’s good to see you awake. How are you feeling?”

“Confused,” he admitted, his voice rasping. “What happened? Why am I here?”

The doctor hesitated, glancing at the boy before answering. “You were in an accident. A plane crash. You sustained serious injuries, including head trauma, which led to a coma. It’s not uncommon to experience memory loss or disorientation after something like this.

”“Memory loss?” The words tasted foreign on his tongue, heavy with dread.

The boy finally stepped forward, his small hands trembling. His lips parted, but no sound came out at first. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Da- … do you know who I am?”

His heart twisted yet he didn't know why.

He searched his face, his gaze roaming over his tear-streaked cheeks, his quivering lips, the desperate hope in his eyes. Nothing about him was familiar, and the realization was like ice spreading through his veins.

“I…” His voice faltered. “I don’t…”

The boy’s face crumpled, and his breath hitched. He took another step closer, his words spilling out in a shaky rush. “I’m Luna. I’m your son.”

The room fell silent, save for the steady beep of the heart monitor.

Eliza stared at him, his mind a swirling void, unable to reconcile the boy before him with the emptiness in his memory.

“I’m your son,” Luna repeated, his voice trembling as tears streamed down his cheeks.

[greatgoddyke]

time to make your choice only you can be the one

[riverrada4000]

Red earth x pjmasks" un nuevo destino" #redearth #ojamajodoremi #megaman #capcomfightingcollection #pjmasks #meteoheroes

[myusernameisstolen]

The Skaian Pantheon (official promo post)

What if, after they achieved their victory, the kids decided not to skip forward five thousand years?

Not a very original concept on its own (I know that now) but let me put it another way: What if they embraced their roles as gods, terrifying though it might be?

What if, at the end of the old worlds and the beginning of a new one, there was a single city, and three species to inhabit it? What if the unique burdens of a race created to start civilizations were explored? What if there were fourteen survivors, all young adults struggling with terrible responsibility and traumatic events? What if they leaned on one another for support?

You get a timeline specifically catered to me, is what. Apparently other people enjoy it too, if you're inclined to give it a read.

[iridescentis]

I was just going back through Soy Luna performances as I often do because I love watching them, and I stumbled across this and I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT.

THESE BOXES. We never got ANY explanation about the origin of these boxes, how it is possible that the pictures of them have the same outfits they wear in the performance but also HOW GOOD THESE ARE??

They genuinely look like actual doll boxes, I wouldn’t be surprised if they used this as some sort of merch marketing strategy and that these dolls actually exist, because the attention to detail! Their names, the age rating, the little ‘Jam & Roller Toy” symbol  THE ‘INCLUDES SKATES’ THING UNDERNEATH THEIR NAME.

THE FACT THAT MATTEO, SIMON AND AMBAR’S BACKGROUNDS ARE THE SAME AS THEIR ONES FROM THE MUSIC CONTEST.

[the-gimmick-scp-researcher]

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he/they.

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[the-great-io]

Hello! It's Lo. I am Juniper's moon.

I am WANTING TO DIE., depressed, starving, and just tired.

current status's;

Gender is private, just ask. (He/they/ask for neos)

Currently unlabeled queer, please give me some sexualities because you humans terms are so fucking weird

Single, fine with shipping

mentally 29

my best friend is @akitheastralwalker...

my adopted mom is @yeah-im-scorpio....(basically)

aggressive, snappy, and impatient. Io has grown restless for affection.

Afraid of abandonment.

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[dokyccis]

jaemin watches you with love overflowing his big eyes, enjoying the adorable scene of you playing with his kitties in his bed.

you’re recording a cute video of luke climbing up on you, finding cute the way jaemin’s cats got used to you so quickly. you giggle as you observe the hairy and tiny kitten lay peacefully on top of you, almost closing his little eyes out of sleepiness.

as you let luke relax on your chest, you pat luna’s head when she approaches you to jump in your legs, making you laugh with the sudden attitude. “you’re unpredictable, huh?” you say, smiling to luna.

you had sparkles in your eyes as you played with the little kitties present in the room, loving the way they were treating you like you were another version of jaemin.

“oh, lucy!” you quickly take luke out of your chest and luna out of your legs, standing up from the bed to approach lucy on the desktop. “don’t bite the computer, baby! that’s expensive, your dad would be mad at you.” you explain as you take her in your hands, holding her like a real baby.

jaemin gets up from the armchair standing in the corner of his room, going straight up to you and lucy. “you were trying to bite my computer, miss lucy?” he asks, burying his face in her white fur to give her a sweet kiss.

you hand jaemin the kitty in your arms, watching him baby it like it was the most precious thing in the earth, because for him, his cats are the most adorable things to ever exist. but, obviously, after you.

jaemin places lucy in his bed along with her siblings, lucy and luke. he turns around to you again and grabs your waist, looking at you with so much passion.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, surrounding his neck with your arms.

“you’re always so careful and loving with my kids.” you laugh with the way he refers to the kitties.

“of course i am, those are my boyfriend’s precious kids, how can’t i be careful and loving?” you smile, mesmerizing jaemin for, maybe, the millionth time in the day.

he leans in and leaves a sweet kiss in your lips, you don’t hesitate to kiss him back. your hands go straight to his nape as you deepen the kiss in pure passion.

both of you didn’t have any second intentions, you were just enjoying the moment, the vibe and each other’s warmth.

you pull away of jaemin’s lips, smiling before feeling a fluffy aspect tickle in your ankle. you look down to see luke looking up at you with big black eyes, and you melt with the adorable figure.

“oh, come on! luke, the girlfriend is mine, not yours!” jaemin looks down to scold the kitty, who was already trying to climb up your leg to play with you.

you absolutely love spending time with jaemin, specially when his kitties are there too.

[drowningmist]

"𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾.."

The first time you met Mitsuya was when you were there to pick your brother from school.

"'Neesan"your little brother calls out as he saw you and wobbled on his way towards you. You crouched down infront of him and patted his head.

"Woah. You seem excited, made new friends?"

Your brother nods pointing back towards a cute girl with pink hair.

"Her name's luna! Luna look she's my 'neesan" the little girl slowly came towars you with sparkling eyes as if admiring you.

"Your 'neesan's an angel" she mumbles cutely making you smile and ruffle her hair.

Your lil bro huffed cockily "told ya! "You chuckled shaking ur head at these kids but the next thing you heard made you frown.

"My 'neesan will like her"

"yeah and you'll get a big sis too and me a big bro" they both clapped there hands.

"Woah Woah what's going on in that tiny head of yours?" You lightly flicked your brother's head and luna was bout to say something before a voice stopped her.

"Luna!"

You three turned your head towards the voice noticing it came from a boy your age with lavender hair.

"He looks intimidating .."

He bent down and pinched the said girl's cheek softly.

"so you were here huh...don't roam around on your own"

"but i was doin you a favour! Look i found an angel for you"

It was then that mitsuya finally noticed your presence and looked at you.

You being the not so friendliest person on earth smiled at him before getting up and grabbing your brother's hand ~planning to run away~.

He stared at you before smiling back

"Don't mind her words she's always like this" he said ruffling the girl's hair who seemed to be his lil sister .

"Uh i dont mind, my bro is also like this" you smiled softly looking at the two younger . "Looks like these two have become good friends".

"Well she wasn't wrong bout you being an angel" Mistuya winked at you making you shrug your shoulders with a "ikr" expression and chuckle as you were a flirt yourself.

...................................................................................................

Since then, you two started having little conversations here and there when picking up the little ones from school.

Sometimes he would invite you to his house showing you his croquis sketches and pieces of half made toile which only made you admire him more and encouraged him in his dream to be a fashion designer in future.

You also got to know bout him being a delinquent and a member of toman. It was hard to believe at first as his behavior was too gentle for a delinquent , you thought.

One time when you came to his house excitedly to show him your sketches of clothes and for some criticism as you were an artist yourself , you were greeted by a swollen-faced ,full of bruises , mitsuya with wrongly tied bandages and only then it finally occured to you that "yeah he is a delinquent ".

From then on , You became his personal nurse as he lacked in the taking care of himself department and his mom used to be out of town for work ,so why not?

Sometimes during tending his wounds or sketching various designs together, there were few moments of tension which you used to brush off by you making him flustered failed like when you were treating his lip wound , you looked at him mischievously and poked his lower lip.

"Should i kiss it ? It will heal better!"

"yeah with the tongue please"

"..."

ahem so yeah you were left with your mouth hunged open, no comebacks making him smirk. Mind you it's mitsuya takashi for fuck's sake-

Overall, It was all fun and games until your stomach became a florist, attracting butterflies everytime mitsuya was under the radar.

Man..and how when you tried to compose yourself infront of him , he fucking had to smile so beautifully making you melt and evaporate.

To confirm it, one time, Mitsuya came home late at night, parked his bike after coming from the gang, standing infront of his door sighing at the thought that he still needs to cook dinner and put his sisters to sleep, he opened the door only to be greeted by a delicious smell.

."huh..?" He thought making his way to the kitchen and meeting eyes with you wearing his apron washing the dishes.

"You.." his shoulders slumped in a relaxing state .

"I knew you had a fight with the other gang so, i came over and flexed my delicious cooking to luna and mana and uk i also made-

He stopped you mid way by back hugging you transferring his body weight onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely, he breathes out a sigh tickling your neck.

"Thanks..." he words tiredly to which you faintly smiled and hummed in response.

"Staying over.?"

"Yup.."

"Good"

He rests his chin on your shoulder.

"You look like a wife"

"Then should I say "Welcome back honey"?.." you joked, removing the gloves after being done with the dishes. He backs away from the hug giving you space as you removed the apron.

Finally, you turned towards him fully only to see him rummaging his pockets before taking out a piece of cloth.

"wait...its a sample, the one you have been trying to get for your toile."

"How did you get it ?"

"To remind you, I'm the president of the sewing club, asked the girls there to order this one, planned to give it to you later but here we are."

He hands it over to you, smiling so gently ,that was the time, you confirmed, you wanna protect this man..

So yeah, you realized that you liked Mitsuya Takashi.

But you did little to nothing bout it as you figured there's something mutual but internally feared that this is only platonic.

Until on 26th dec, after the Christmas incident with taiju, you heard hakkai whom you met through mistuya whisper to you bout how he doubts that his big sis, yuzuha might have a crush on mitsuya..

"You sure it isn't you hallucinating?" You frown.

Hakkai groans " no and i think taka chan likes her back beacuse he hugged her there".

Boy, how your heart dropped to your stomach.

"I-It was just a hug, no big deal".

"But in taka chan's case it is! Have you seen him hug any female besides her sisters? And he is affectionate towards her too"

As if you weren't getting anxious before now you were succesfully in a foul mood. As much as you don't wanna overthink hakkai's philosophy, your doubt has been sprouted.

"What if you were just being delusional and there's nothing mutual between you two.? What if he really likes yuzuha then you shouldn't come between them"

So when mistuya asked you to go with him to the new year eve's shrine , you declined him as yuzuha was also coming and your heart wasn't strong enough to see him with someone else.

"Any reason as to why you dont wanna come..?" Mistuya inquired aware of the change of mood of yours these days.

"I just don't, okay" you said as you called your brother, who was busy playing with luna and mana, you used to tag him along with u to see mitsuya's, so that he can play with his sisters and ~u can have an excuse to see him"

"Let's go home now bub" you grabbed your bro's hand, preparing to go but mitsuya stopped you from doin the motion by grabbing your wrist, smiling softly at your brother and signaling him to go play more, he turned towards u with a stern expression contradicting how his hand gently grabbed yours, grazing his thumb on your knuckles.

" you seem to have something on your mind these days..wanna talk bout it ?"

You hissed wanting to yell in frustration but your words came out as a mumble.

" i told you its nothing..and you can't fix it anyway..."

The way his hand tightened around yours made you look at him. He cups your cheek softly looking at you with a concerned gaze.

"If it's bothering you then it's not nothing, Shutting me out won't solve it. You only visit now when in need of samples and you keep acting like you're looking for an excuse to leave. "

"So? Is there any other reason for me to visit?"

He frowns " You know there is.."

Your face turned soft. "No i don't "

He didn't speak anything further and just stared at you silently

You sighed. You knew he won't stop until you tell him what's wrong.

"Fine...Hakkai told me that yuzuha likes you..and "

"And?"

You looked away trying to ignore his intimidating gaze

"And you also like her"

He chuckled

"So that's it huh.."

You looked at him confusedly

"What.?"

"The one yuzuha likes is not me, it's Takemicchi "

"Huh? "

Before you can make any reaction he pulled you closer making you gasp

"As for the later one. I thought i made myself clear with the actions, didn't i?

You just looked down

"So you coming for the festival.? " He raises his eyebrows .

"..yeah"

"Good" he ruffled your hair before pulling away

"Damn you hakkai I'll kill you"

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New year's eve, 11:30pm

"Where are we going..?"

You asked mistuya as he, out of nowhere dragged you away from your friend circle.

He stopped after making sure you both are out of there sight especially his lil sister's. He looked at you smiling cheekily.

"Yesterday about our discussion, i had a strong urge to make it clear to you but our siblings were there,..so i had to hold it"

He cups your cheek with one hand , pulling you closer with another.

"But now I can't "

He kisses you, where he pecks you a thousand times and you just stand there giggling with your face squished in his palms.

"I .better. not. hear. you .say .shit .like .this .again". He whispers between the kisses.

You smile in the kiss.

"Okay"

After a while ,you pull away from the kiss looking at him unable to control your smile.

"Your sister was right about you"

"About..?" He asked trying hard to suppress his own grin.

"That her neesan will like me"

He smiled widely before closing the gap between your mouths again.

.....

....

Few feets away were standing two blond teenagers staring gawking at you two shamelessly while putting a hand infront of the younger one's eyes to stop them from seeing their olders like this.

The tall one sighed. "Man, I guess I'm the only one to have no luck with girls. "

Takemichi looked at his partner, chifuyu, and smiled secretly looking at the sky

" It's not long before chifuyu meet her..."

Takemichi is a time traveler afterall.

[truest-armenia-gimmick]

hhelloo...

I am Armenia, a lesser known country...

stop by, have a snack!

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[lovexjoe]

In Love With A Stripper Part 1 

Synopsis: what happens when a big time cartel meets a stripper? Warning: drugs, language, mention of death, prostitution 

Xiomara was turning 19 today. She’s been stripping since she was 18 and no this isn’t one of those “trying to get to the bag” stories. She doesn’t have a choice. Her boyfriend at the time was killed during a bad drug deal. Which left her to raise a son all on her own. Stripping pays the bills and teaching during the day allows her to save up. She’s trying to move back to the States, if she was by herself she would just pick up and go. But Ricky needed stability and daycare cost a lot in the US on top of housing. 

Tonight was a big night at the strip club as the cartels are celebrating a birthday today. Ricky was with his grandma, who truly felt sorry that Xiomara had to do this. Her son passing the way he did wasn’t ideal but he made his bed and now he sleeps in it 6ft under. Xiomara still provided money to her because her late boyfriend always helped out and it was one of his last wishes. Plus she really was the only family she had. 

Her stage name was Luna. She had one rule, never sleep with anybody. Her friend Chichi at the club informed her she might have to give it up for one night, cause these men pay. They were currently in the alley way grabbing some cocaine and other pills for the girls back at the strip. It helped numb the pain from the heels or whatever reason they had to do it. Spinning around on a pole looking like a fucking Barbie doll will do it to you. She never judged, she just never participated. 

“Chichi dale! I don’t want the rest of the girls getting the best poles. I got stuck on the loose one in the back yesterday and almost busted ass” Xio grew impatient as they wait for the plug to pull up. She acted a certain way around these girls to blend in. During the day she was squeaky clean for the kids she taught. They waited another minute when a man showed up, his eyes meeting Xio’s immediately. She stared at him back as she watched their transaction. He looked filthy rich yet here he was making a quick buck off of women. Disgusting. 

“You doing sum of this?” He looks at her and she shakes her head. 

“Nah not for me.” Interesting he thought. It wasn’t for him either. Her Bambi eyes making her look innocent. She’s still a stripper after all….

“We’ll see you inside Aretas! Move ya ass Luna we’re late already!” Chichi walked as fast as she could in her heels with Xio trailing behind her. 

“You’re not gonna say thank you?” He calls out to her. Xio turns and salutes him. 

“Thanks jefe!” Xio says before laughing to herself. To think that’s what Andres was doing before he left this earth left a sour taste in her mouth. An interaction like that cost him his life. 

~~~~

The girls dove into their choice of drug before heading out on the floor. Xio touched up her lipgloss, sprayed her perfume and headed out on stage. Armando entered the strip with a group of his homies. Tonight was a night for celebration. What’s being in the cartel and committing crime if you can’t celebrate right? His mom’s escape is set for next week, so they have to blend and do their usual shenanigans which is going out. Laying low would cause some suspicions. 

The girl from earlier caught his eye. She seemed pretty young to be working in the strip but then he remembered Mexico wasn’t all it was made out to be. Yes, it’s beautiful but you get caught up with the wrong crowd your future vanishes in an instant. The strip club had a scent of perfume, hookah and sweat. Not the greatest pairings. He saw Chichi his regular, they usually vibe together but tonight….he wanted her. After drinking and vibing out with his friends they all disperse to their private rooms for a dance. 

“Alright lover boy. Who you picking tonight. It’s on the house.” Armando glances around as the manager of this place follows his eyes. He saw her, rotating the pole so elegantly, her eyes alone could make a man empty his pockets. He nods his head in her direction. 

“Her.” 

“Luna! She’s the youngest one here. Have at it pal!” Armando tensed up wanting to punch him in his shit but realized this environment comes with that type of fuckery. He walks over to her, admiring as she spins her way down from the top of the pole to the bottom. She started to dance around the pole, working her body to the beat. They both lock eyes as she walks over to him like a pretty little kitten. 

“May I have a dance? Birthday boy is owed it.” She looks him up and down, taking his hand and leading him to the back. She was thinking about their interaction earlier. So the drug dealer that was outside was Aretas not some random. Well….at least the bills will be paid for months for these girls. He is what everyone says he is: handsome but those looks definitely killed.

He sits down as the music changed to Persian Rugs by PartyNextDoor. She closes the curtain, walking over to him, touching from his shoulders down to his thighs her hands slowly glided. If she was gonna go against her rules for one night it was going to be worth it. She’d rather it be him then some old fuck anyway. Turning around, she starts to give him a lap dance and he’s completely in a trance. 

He’s come in here a handful of times and nothing left him satisfied, but this one she has him hooked. He hoped she was new because if he has overlooked her this entire time he’d be annoyed. Simply because she doesn’t try too much as if she’s just trying to slip under the radar. She worked her waist line and he couldn’t help but touch her as she grinds her ass against him. His hands falling on her waist, he took control, making her grinds slow and pressed up against his bulge. 

You’re usually not suppose to touch, but the way his hands steered her body she didn’t want to object. His cologne and natural scent just gave off money and gave her stomach butterflies too. He made her slow down, her pussy completely pressed up on his bulge. She started to feel herself getting hot. She hasn’t been with anyone since Andres passing a year ago. What’s up with her and drug dealers anyway?! 

He pulls her backwards so she’s completely laying against his chest as she starts to ride his thigh. Her body was so sensitive she could feel every movement against her clit. What the fuck is happening right now. He caresses her cheek, tilting her face to look up at him. 

“Fuck mami, can I kiss you?” Their foreheads touching. 

“Yes” she says breathless. Without hesitation their lips touched, Armando didn’t know what came over him tonight, but it was his birthday after all and she seem to be the only girl that didn’t throw herself at him. She turns her body around to face him. Her hands pulling his body as close as she could have him. Their bodies just melted into each other like as if they were made for this moment. Two puzzle pieces. Armando feels her shaky breaths against his lips and knew this wasn’t an occurrence on a daily basis or probably ever. Most of these strippers were numbed down to the bones yet this Bambi eyed princess has nerves. 

They slowly pull away, but he holds her still. She shouldn’t be cooped up in the club and ogled at. She seemed too delicate to be working here, her skin so soft but her hands had callouses. He tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“Get dressed, you’re coming with me.” 

“I-I can’t I have to stay here or else-“ 

“I’ll handle it. Just get dressed for me and I’ll pick you up out back.” She agrees and heads out to the dressing room. She didn’t think she had a choice in that decision. She texted Andres’s mom letting her know that she’ll be out for the rest of the night. She changed into her cargo pants and t shirt with sneakers and heading out back.

She has no idea where this night will take her. 

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[soup-of-the-daisies]

“Harry didn’t name any of his kids after Remus because he’s saving that option for Teddy!”

Wrong. Harry didn’t name any of his kids after Remus because it wasn’t personal enough.

James Sirius is named after his two fathers; Lily Luna is named after his mother and one of his and Ginny’s best friends. Albus Severus is named after two wizards who were incredibly influential for Harry’s development and safety (I have a HC on why on earth Harry decided to name his child after Dumbledore and Snape, but that’s a separate post entirely). None of his and Ginny’s kids are named after Remus, not (just) because they wished to save the name for Teddy, but because of Teddy.

Harry looks his orphaned godson in the eyes one day, a year or two after the Battle, and realises how fucked up it was that Remus, despite technically being able to, never visited him. He can’t imagine leaving Teddy all alone like that, in a family he might know doesn’t look favourably upon magic. There’s a chance that Lily may have told Remus about Petunia and Vernon and their bigotry, their hatred. And Remus, for some reason, didn’t come look.

Harry looks that little boy in the eyes and realises how weird it was that Remus didn’t admit to having been the best of friends with James Potter until late into Harry’s third year. Harry can’t fathom that, if Teddy was Ron and Hermione’s kid and both Ron and Hermione died, he’d be able to talk to the spitting image of Ron with Hermione’s eyes (but starved, intense, broken, thirteen years old and remembering his parents’ murders) and not say, “Your parents were my best friends. Let me tell you about them; let me tell you all that you want to know.”

Harry figures he’d move mountains to keep Teddy safe and happy. Harry figures that Sirius would’ve done the same, considering he mustered up the strength to break out of Azkaban after twelve years and swim to Britain to ensure Harry’s safety at the smallest sign of danger. Sirius lived in a cave and ate rats for Harry with dementors breathing down his back: Harry knows with utmost certainty that, if Sirius had had the freedom to do so, he would’ve burnt the country down for Harry.

Remus didn’t do that for him, wouldn’t have, be it for a lack of freedom or a lack of want. Remus was ‘Lupin’ to Harry even in death, even after being named godfather to his son. Harry had to convince thirty-seven year old Remus to stay with his pregnant wife at seventeen. Harry got blown into a wall for his efforts, was given the honour of becoming godfather months later. Harry liked Remus, still loves him even, but there’s nothing Harry wouldn’t do for Teddy and there was very little Remus did for Harry, and there’s that.

Later, Harry doesn’t even suggest naming a child after Remus. Ginny doesn’t even ask. None of their children are named after Remus, because Harry is a man who is quick to anger when it’s about innocents, a man whose forgiveness only goes so far. He’s never been truly bothered by his own situation, but he’s bothered by the mere idea of Teddy ending up in a similar one and him doing nothing.

Remus did nothing. That’s the crux of it. That’s why.

(After Lily Luna is born, Teddy asks if ‘Luna’ is for his dad. Harry looks at Ginny, and Ginny looks at him, and Harry does what Remus taught him: he swallows his apprehension and lies.

“Yes,” he says, raking his fingers through Teddy’s fluffy, turquoise hair. He thinks he’ll raze cities for this child. “But we saved ‘Remus’ for you.”)

[redfountainpostin]

I'd like to think that Stella bringing Brandon home actually wasn't that big of a deal. I mean, Radius nearly married some random noblewoman whose kid was LITERALLY a beta lmfao. Brandon, on the other hand, sure doesn't have a title. What he does have, however, is a very particular set of skills, skills he has acquired over a very long career, skills that make him a nightmare for people like you- ok you get it lol. But yeah, he's not just any trained body guard, he's THE body guard, he was trained as DOUBLE. Not only was he the closest person to the crown prince of Eraklyon, he was trained in all the necessary politics that go into being a prince because he had to be able to represent him in the best possible light. Hell, because of how rigorous the training was and how much depended on it, he probably has a better grip on some stuff than Stella herself- nothing that she won't learn, of course, but he's more than prepared to rule- or of course, stand by the ruling queen's side. Add to that the fact that he and the crown prince of Eraklyon are like brothers, and Sky could push and get him a title when he grows into his power a bit more, I see no reason for Stella's family, or country, to be of much opposition to the match. Brandon is educated in more ways than one, presumably, by the time of marriage, titled at least minorly, has several world save assists under his belt, and there is no better person to protect Stella than him. Also, he's Brandon, and they're Brella, the media fucking LOVES them- yeah I am not giving them issues with being together, they deserve everything and by god they will get it.

Sky is his best man, while Riven is the godfather to their first kid. The first kid is a girl, a lil fairy that looks just like Stella but has brandon's hair and eyes, and everyone adores her because she's the most beautiful thing to walk on earth- solaria. And the little baby brings Luna out of her vacation castle back to the main one so she can dote on the little one.

[riverrada4000]

Red earth x pjmasks" un nuevo destino"

LEO catboy -romeo :el mundo me ha confiado ,mi gratitud les presento ... Un nuevo futuro les daré ROAAAADD!!!!!!!

Tessa owlette - lunagirl los humanos tienen un poder especial , mi magia mostrará esa fé .... La magia de la amistad mostraré hehehehe

KENJI gekko - ninja nocturno para bien o mal ... Siempre fiel y honor a ti destino .... X el Shinobi !!!!!

MAI LING anyu - wolfy kids la lucha no tiene edad llevando a dios en mi corazón .... Un futuro a Mi pueblo me llamara grandiosa seré !!!!!!

[nightsunecilpse]

Mars isn't a good planet to his moons. He isn't pushy or demanding like Earth was with Luna but he is neglectful. When Mars was playing asteroid dodgeball, his moons were almost hit by an asteroid. With the same asteroid, Mars carelessly swung it around his orbit. They are smaller than the asteroid, they wouldn't have survived getting hit. But when Luna is hit, he goes to check if he's okay. Dude, what about your moons? This kinda gives an example of Mars' ignorance and hypocritical tendencies.

During the whole Moon Revolution arc, Mars didn't even notice his moons were missing. If he did know they were gone, then he didn't seem to worry about their whereabouts. Not that he doesn't care about them he just appears to be nonchalant about their welfare. Both Phobos and Deimos love Mars and he is kind to them at least. However, there is too little interaction with each other to truly understand their dynamics. But, their lack of interaction could be their dynamic. It might even explain Phobos and Deimo's behaviors; it's caused by a lack of guidance.

Dissecting the interactions with the other planets' comments on his moons, his reaction is to take offense on his part and not on his moon's behalf. When Venus was taunting Mars about his moons, Mars' first retort was Venus was simply jealous that he had moons and he didn't. For a planet that supposedly cares about what the moons are going through, he doesn't seem to show it. He got mad at Earth for saying moons should know their place yet never attempted to engage with them or include them in conversations. Mars is just as bad as the other planets' treatment of their moons. Earth didn't think what he said was that bad because the stigma was true; he just said the quiet thing out loud. Mars, unpremeditated, sees his moons as trophies and forgets they're there whenever he's not reminding others he has them. His inability to see his hypocrisy in the treatment of his moons reflects the same poor behavior he criticizes in others.

Looking closer at Phobos and Deimos dynamics, it can piece together how Mars brought up its moons. For instance, they can be identical in personality at times but Phobos (the bigger moon) is the one more in charge. Like an older sibling close in age, he's a bit bossy but comforting when the time comes. He seems to get frustrated with Deimos whenever he's socially unaware, and he is a bit more manic than him too. Deimos, on the other hand, is more naive and possibly smarter than Phobos. The two behave as a unit Phobos being the main driver and Deimos riding shotgun. However, it can be assumed Phobos does not enjoy being clumped together with Deimos. While Deimos exclaims as the moons of Mars, they should stay together before Phobos protests on their way to talk to the Sun. Both are also fixed with hyperactive feral behavior and are described by others as weird or insane. Together, this semi-paints the picture they are taking care of themselves and/or Mars is encouraging their wild behavior.

When breaking it down, Mars can be compared to a lax guardian who lets the kids play with matches. They are the smallest known moons in the solar system, yet he doesn't care to acknowledge it (I guess that can be interpreted as good, too). When the moons are declared to fight on behalf of Jupiter's return, frustratingly, none of the planets ask to pull out the moons who definitely shouldn't be in the mix. (I swear after this rant, Neptune is going to be chewed out as well.) Mars' moons are not like Luna or the other spherical moons, they can't take a hit. They also act emotionally immature so they need proper guidance. Evident, Mars may not be the best but he's what they have. Hopefully, after the battle with Planet X Arc is over Mars will try to be more responsible.

[saintsenara]

idk if you have ever talk about this before but in case you havent, what do you think of the infamous "Albus Severus" Potter name? overall how do you feel about Harry's naming his kids?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i'll be honest, its infamy always strikes me as a classic case of the fandom not being able to separate what characters would do from what they would do.

because i completely appreciate that most people probably wouldn't name their children after a teacher who bullied them and a man who sent them to the death...

but harry would.

albus severus makes perfect sense as a name on the basis of who harry is, how he understands honour and lineage, how he comes to think of both snape and dumbledore over the course of deathly hallows, and how those thoughts would expand and deepen as time passes after the end of the pre-epilogue canon.

i also don't find the james and lily thing weird. i know plenty of people who are named after their dead relatives, including a couple of people who are named after murdered relatives, and it's not something anyone i know would look twice at. nor do the families of any of those people have trouble understanding them as their own person. i presume this would be considered stranger - and/or more inhibiting to a child's sense of identity - in other parts of the world, but i just understand it as something families do.

what does strike me as odd, though, is how much of this fandom forgets two things: that there are generally two people involved in naming a child; and that ginny is not a doormat.

it always seems to me that - whether people think the kids' names are suitable or not - harry is assumed to have been exclusively responsible for them, while ginny is assumed either to have been railroaded into doing what harry wanted, or to have nobly forfeited any say in the naming process because her only goal in life is to sacrifice everything to make harry happy.

[when it comes to the boys' names, at least. people do seem to go for the idea that ginny's responsible for the luna part of lily luna.]

but i think this is nonsense - and it clearly puts enough of a bee in my bonnet that i've had her say so in two pieces of my writing...

in everlasting ink:

James will be born with the cord wrapped around his neck, grey and still, and there will be hours - or maybe just seconds which feel like hours - in which she doesn't breathe, skin going cold and vision whiting, until he roars, rattly and indignant, as though being born was an unwelcome disturbance in his otherwise busy day.   That's why she'll want him to have Sirius' name. His first cry will sound like a motorbike.

and [when i finally get around to posting the next chapter] one year in every ten:

'What on earth possessed you to agree to that name?' 'I didn't agree to it. I picked it. I hope you don't think so little of Harry that you think he'd deny me a say in the names of my own children?' 'But Albus -' 'He was very kind to me. Dumbledore. After what happened... It was like I was sleepwalking. Nothing felt real. It was like I wasn't fully in my own body. And everyone was acting like everything was fine - yay, Ginny's back to normal! - and I just went along with it. I don't know why... There was this afternoon, just before the end of term, and I was trying to go down to the lake, but I'd got stuck - I guess that's the word - on the stairs. I literally couldn't move... And then Dumbledore came round the corner and he said "are you quite alright, Miss Weasley?" and I said "oh yes, I’m right as rain" and he just looked at me - you know the way he used to look at you, like he could read your mind - and it all came bursting out of me. How I didn't think I'd ever feel happy again. How I thought a little bit of me might have been left in the Chamber. How I worried my whole life had been broken by what you did to me and it would never be fixed. And he said - I'll never forget it - "there is nothing wrong with being broken, Miss Weasley, if you try to see the cracks as how the -" '"- light gets in". I should have known that was a pre-rehearsed bit of sentimentality...' 'I remember thinking about it when he died. He was lying there, broken, and I remember thinking "where's your light now?" But it turned out that he knew what he was doing.' 'That's one way of putting it...' 'And then we picked Severus for his middle name because we thought it would annoy Snape and that would be funny. And it did and it was.'